He’s off duty and takes on the appearance of a civilian as he sits at a table. With an overpriced coffee on the table and his phone in his hands, dealing with his Shadows.

Phil isn’t at all expecting someone to sit opposite of him with a half-panicked look on their face.

“Can you pretend to be my boyfriend for like 5 minutes?” You ask, pleading with him.

Phil raises an eyebrow and quirks his lips into a faint smirk, his blue eyes trailing off of you toward someone lingering behind you.